The residents are seated about 10 minutes before dinner arrives. Aides serve water, juice, etc. in this time.
Three of the four at a table were given a glass of water. The Waterless One looked around and asked me why she wasn’t given water. The scowl on her face told me to tread gently! “I’ll just get you one, Waterless.”
“Nope, I’m moving. If they won’t give me water I’m moving.” (She had been given milk, probably at her request.) Kind of humorous to see her sit down with 3 others and charm the daylights out of them.
Then Mr. Scotsman and Mrs. Scotsman got going, arguing about everything. It’s difficult to not laugh. She said that a lotto ticket win would allow her to fly home to visit. “What about me.” he challenged. She glared and said he could ride on the wing! They are not married, just fellow Scots. He asked me what my clan was and I told him, “uh, good.” He was happy!
I might not be able to keep a straight face!
I never thought of all the different personalities interacting like this, but they are cute and funny.
Sounds like you know the right thing to say.
Everywhere, there are little communities, full of people interacting with life’s ups and downs….even in care facilities. I can only imagine how interesting, entertaining, and sad too, it all is, to observe life there.
Those are great. I’m sure you could hardly keep from smiling or laughing out loud.
I am so still smiling at the way you wrote this…When you called her ‘Waterless’ I almost scared the dog with my laughter….
Oh, so important to be from the right clan.
Here’s a quick clan story for you. Our daughter did a semester during her junior year in Glasgow, Scotland. She audited a course on Scottish history. One day, she sent me a note saying–”Mom, who are these Campbells they keep talking about, and why are they always coming?”
I laughed and laughed at that, just loved it!
It’s lovely how you find the humor in it all.
Hugs,
SMB
I am glad there is some humor in there! lol sandie
So funny. I don’t know if I would know what to say or do. You are good.